Sunday, May 25, 2014

I can chop a chiffonade rather handily, and I can flip stuff in a
skillet; but mincing garlic? Television chefs throw a little salt
on a
butcher's block, spank a clove once with the back of the knife, and
with
a half dozen wrist actions grind that boy into a nice mince. But
when
I do it the clove is likely to squirt out and fly off the block, and
after several chops it still hasn't been reduced to something that can be
ground in the salt. I know what you're saying. Garlic Press.

No.

I've tried several garlic presses and they all blow. Just recently
America's Test
Kitchen compared garlic presses and the best cost c.
$30. Get real. On Friday I was making roasted Brussels
sprouts. When it came to the garlic mincing I picked up my microplane and
HFS! Perfect. Why did it take me so long to figure out
something so
obviously simple? In case you haven't, now you know. You're
welcome.

Wait. Now I've got to try this
one in case I want to show off. But the micro plane is still
faster, and better.

Putting 2+2 together I've come up with a theory
about why
Microsoft, who have included in every Windows version until Windows
8, a game of Hearts that increasingly ignores the rules. More to the point, why at some point, around
Windows 5, did the game increasingly cheat until now, with
Window's 7,
it's a joke. And even more to the point, why am I and others
still
playing it?

My hypothesis is that the Feds, maybe the NSA, maybe the
FBI, or even the DNC, payed Bill Gates to use it as a behavioral study
with the aim of seeing how players react after long periods of
abuse.
Do they quit at first insult, or even notice the renege? Do they
return? How often? The data are uploaded with every Windows
update; compiled, and
algorithms are developed that will quickly identify IQ, patience,
docility, and of course the player's identity. For what?
For the purpose of
finding tomorrow's useful idiots, and
likely stimuli to keep them happy
and functional until they are no longer needed.

I know what you're thinking, but no. I've kept at it as part
of
my doctoral thesis (if I ever need one) on how our culture is now so
rancidly immoral that even card cheating is accepted; its causes, and future ramifications.